#nonbinary virgil

“I love it,” Virgil said, unable to tear their gaze away from the mirror, hands still running through their hair. Roman looked fondly at them, smiling at the sheer amount of joy in Virgil’s expression. Roman was familiar with that feeling of complete and utter joy at getting the haircut you always wanted, having cut off all his hair with some scissors when he was fourteen. He hadn’t done the best job, and his mother had reluctantly dragged him to the hairdressers to get it neatened up (after yelling at him for almost an hour - needless to say, Roman was thrilled to move out), but the sheer amount of euphoria he had received at being able to look in the mirror and see himself in the reflection had topped any amount of yelling he got.

That joy was partially what had motivated him to train to become a hairdresser. It was his dream to open a queer hairdressing shop, to be able to provide that same joy for other queer people. Hair was often a huge part of self-expression, especially for queer people, and it was quite hard to get the haircut you wanted when most of the hairdressing places were so gendered, but he wanted to be able to provide a gender-neutral place for people to get the exact type of hairstyle they wanted. He was so close to achieving his dream too, having almost finishing all his training. Regardless, it had taken Roman hours to convince Virgil to let him anywhere near their hair, mostly because of their anxiety, but judging by the look on their face, it had been worth it.

Roman swept up the hair on the bathroom floor and put it in the bin. He let out a small laugh when he looked up and saw that Virgil was still admiring themself in the mirror. He came up and hugged them from behind, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s waist and resting his head on their shoulder.

“I take it you like it then?” Virgil let out a light laugh, finally dragging their eyes away from their reflection to look at their boyfriend. Virgil leaned their head back slightly, planted a kiss on Roman’s cheek and smiled. “I love it so much, thank you,” they said.

“No problem my love,” Roman said, kissing Virgil’s cheek and pulling away. “I will go make a start on dinner, so maybe try and pry yourself away from your reflection before then.”

“As if you don’t spend hours looking at yourself every day, fixing your hair and doing your makeup!”

“Well how else do you think I look this good? This takes time, and after all, I am not the only one. Do you know how long it takes for you to put on your eyeliner?”

“Well as you said, Princey, looking this good takes time.”

“Well, I must say, you do look very good,” Roman said, taking a step closer to Virgil.

“Oh, you think so?” Virgil asked, raising their eyebrow and smiling up at Roman.

“I know so. Especially with that wonderful new haircut. Whoever your hairdresser was did an excellent job.”

Virgil gave a small laugh and drew Roman in for a kiss, wrapping their arms around his neck and pulling him close. The kiss was short and sweet, and like every other kiss in their relationship, it was wonderful. They broke apart, both of them smiling widely. Roman pressed a kiss to Virgil’s forehead, giving them a quick hug, before pulling away and moving towards the kitchen to go make a start on dinner.

Virgil looked back towards the mirror and their hands once again moved towards their hair, still barely able to get over how good it felt to have short hair. They had no idea what they had done to deserve such a wonderful, talented, amazing boyfriend, but they wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. They knew it would be a long time before they stopped smiling and touching their hair, which of course they didn’t mind in the slightest because the amount of joy and gender euphoria they received from just looking at their new haircut was more than anything they had ever felt in their life.

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Virgil loves Remus. Like, a lot. Like, they’re pretty sure they want to marry him someday.

Remus always spins them in a hug whenever he sees them for the first time in a while. (“A while” is subjective, as demonstrated by the time Virgil’d left for two minutes to go ask Roman something in another room and when they came back Remus acted the same as he did when they hadn’t seen each other in a week.) (Virgil complains, and brings it up as an example whenever they’re talking about the relativity of time, but they’re quietly very pleased about it.) Remus brings them hot chocolate from Starbucks whenever Virgil mentions craving it, and at least once a week during the winter months. Remus knows them well enough to be able to tell when Virgil’s too overstimulated to handle touch, and always, always respects that, even though he’s a tactile person and at first didn’t really know how to comfort them if they didn’t want a hug. Sometimes Remus will turn to Virgil and ask a question, goofy and gorey and completely unrelated to anything.

Virgil loves Remus so much.

Virgil hasn’t told him this yet.

It’s just… they’re kind of terrible with words? They can write well enough and stuff, and they’re generally fine with talking, but confessions? Apologies? Anything that requires an ounce of vulnerability? They’re hemming and hawing and even if they want to say they just. Can’t make themself do it, most of the time.

And so they’ve left it an unspoken thing. (Or at least, they hope it’s an unspoken thing. Sometimes they wonder if Remus knows, and worry about whether he picks up on how much they care.) And Remus hasn’t said it either, so they figure it’s fine.

“Hey,” they whisper, nudging his shoulder gently. “Pass me some popcorn.”

“Get your own,” Remus replies equally softly, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“You’re sitting on my feet.”

“Well, too bad.”

Virgil is well aware that ‘if I can’t have it, no one can’ is a toxic mindset and always portrayed negatively in media, and rightfully so. 

This does not stop them from thwacking Remus with a pillow so that his popcorn goes flying.

“Hey!” Remus twists around to pout at them. “I was eating that!”

“Well, too bad,” Virgil echos, smirking, then promptly scampers over the back of the couch to avoid Remus tackling them.

They tear through the house for nearly a minute before Remus seizes Virgil around the waist.

“Revenge!” he crows, spinning them around as they cackle breathlessly.